A red hallway,
Leads to a dim light,
As silent steps,
Leads to the manifestation of dark,
The proud sighs,
And the quiet lies,
Leads to the room,
At the end of red,
The room is reached,
And the proudest,
Turn to ignorance,
For their main comrade,
The perfect go blind,
At the sight of red,
At the sight of their lives,
In infinitesimal boxes,
The sorrow invades,
And the obliviousness grows,
As the steps,
Get louder and darker,
The labels are correct,
The masks match the expression,
One for each,
False identity,
Looking at each,
As they are all displayed,
They all turned to point,
And look his way,
Then he discovered,
That his face was half hidden,
In the broken mask,
Of Illusions.
Leads to a dim light,
As silent steps,
Leads to the manifestation of dark,
The proud sighs,
And the quiet lies,
Leads to the room,
At the end of red,
The room is reached,
And the proudest,
Turn to ignorance,
For their main comrade,
The perfect go blind,
At the sight of red,
At the sight of their lives,
In infinitesimal boxes,
The sorrow invades,
And the obliviousness grows,
As the steps,
Get louder and darker,
The labels are correct,
The masks match the expression,
One for each,
False identity,
Looking at each,
As they are all displayed,
They all turned to point,
And look his way,
Then he discovered,
That his face was half hidden,
In the broken mask,
Of Illusions.